Sadie
I felt like a fool.
I’d actually thought Wyatt was going to declare his undying love for me or at least tell me that he liked me. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me and the rug had been swept from under my feet. Wyatt had called me over here so he could moon me?
I mean, I wasn’t going to lie. He had a perfect ass, and I wasn’t sure what he’d been talking about when he’d said he was pale white. His ass was just as golden brown as the rest of his body, which led me to think that perhaps he did sunbathe nude and I just didn’t know about it. How did he have such a beautiful olive tone? I didn’t know, and I wasn’t about to ask.
“So you’re staying over tonight, Sadie?” he said, gazing at me with wide seductive eyes.
Did he know what he was doing to me? Wyatt was used to getting his own way. He was the sort of guy that could get a woman into his bed with just a look. I knew that because I’d been his best friend for years and I’d seen it happen, only I hadn’t cared then. I thought it was funny that my best friend had game and I had none, but somehow something had shifted along the way. I didn’t find it funny anymore when I heard him talking about other women. When he’d told me about the girl touching his crotch, I’d wanted to go to the bar and punch her, even though I didn’t even know who she was. And the elation I’d felt when he told me he wasn’t interested, well, that scared me.
Wyatt was still standing far too close to me. I could see the light blue specks in his otherwise dark blue eyes. The moonlight shone on his face as if highlighting him, trying to make him even more attractive, which I hadn’t realized was possible. I’d always known he was handsome, but tonight he looked distinguished. He looked like a gentleman. He looked like a sexy cowboy.
“Sadie, are you staying, or are you going?” He lifted his hand and touched the pulse on my neck. I knew he could feel my heart racing.
“What are you doing?” I asked him softly.
“I’m just counting your heartbeat.”
We both stood there for a few seconds. There was a tension in the air between us like nothing I’d ever felt before in my life.
“I should go home,” I whispered.
This was dangerous territory for us, and if he found out that I had no bra or panties on under my dress, well, I wasn’t sure what he’d say. What if he asked to see my thong or my underwear again? I have to tell him I didn’t have anything on. I knew it had been brazen of me, but I’d figured if he was going to tell me that he loved me or at least had a crush on me, we could have some fun.
So much for that bright idea.
“I don’t want you to go home, Sadie,” he murmured.
“I’m tired. I want to hug and sleep.”
“You don’t need to hug me to fall asleep. And since when do we hug and bed? But we can start now,” he added.
I swallowed hard. “What the hell is going on? Wyatt …” I pressed my hand against his chest and that was a mistake. Touching his warm, hard body in this state made me feel almost woozy as if I were the one that was drunk.
“Don’t touch me like that, Sadie, unless you want something to happen.” His words were almost a growl.
I looked at him in surprise. “What?”
He stepped back, running a hand through his blond hair. “Sorry, I’m just joking. Look, you can sleep in the spare room if you want. You don’t have to sleep in bed with me. I just don’t want you to have to drive home again. You drove all the way out here. And I guess my little surprise didn’t go down well. I guess I was too drunk to think it through properly.”
“Yeah, Wyatt. I don’t think many people want to come over to your house at four o’clock in the morning to see your bare ass.”
“Well, I think there are a few women that would love to see my bare ass.” He chuckled.
It was the truth. Half the women in Montana would want to see his bare ass. I swallowed hard again. I’d actually wanted him to turn around. I could didn’t believe I was even admitting that, even to myself, but I’d wanted to see his goods, see what was Wyatt working with.
I told myself it was purely for scientific purposes. I wanted to know if the rumors were true. Where all the Hamilton men hung? Was Wyatt? And just how hung was he?
But I knew that was completely inappropriate.
“I’ll stay,” I blurted out loud before I’d thought it through.
“Oh, good,” he said. “In your own bed or …?” The words hung from his lips.
“I’ll sleep with you. I always sleep with you. Duh.”
I was absolutely crazy. Literally crazy. Lack of sleep and being woken up early had made me crazy. I was going to make a big fool of myself. I just knew it.
“Well, come on, then, sleepyhead. Let’s go to bed.”
Wyatt grabbed my hand and led me towards the French doors at the back of the house. As we walked through the kitchen, he put a finger to my lips. “Shh,” he said, “I don’t want to wake anyone up.”
“I don’t want to wake up anyone either,” I whispered back. “Can you imagine if your mom came out and saw me sneaking to your house at four o’clock in the morning? She’d think we were doing it or something.”
“Well, we could do it if you want.” He grinned.
“Really, Wyatt?”
“What? I’m a man.”
“You’re also my best friend.”
“Yeah. So?” He rolled his shoulders and waved me off. “Don’t mind me, I’m drunk.”
“Likely story.”
We walked into his bedroom, and he quickly pulled off his shirt and jeans so that he was standing there in just his boxer shorts. I took in his gorgeous hands and manly body. Was he going to pull down his boxer shorts in front of me? Was he that drunk?
I was disappointed when he sat down on the mattress. No plans to pull down his boxer shorts, then.
“So you want a t-shirt, or are you okay?”
“I’m not sleeping in this dress. A t-shirt and boxers would be great.”
“Boxers? You don’t want to just sleep in a t-shirt and your underwear?”
“Uh, no,” I said quickly. Oh Lord, he wasn’t going to play this game with me again, was he? There was no way in hell I wanted him knowing that I didn’t have on any underwear.
“You got on your sexy thong again tonight, Sadie?”
“Nope.”
“Really? Why do I not believe you?”
“I don’t care if you believe me, Wyatt. I don’t.”
“Oh, so you’re back to your granny panties, huh? I guess you really didn’t go out with Shane last night then?” He laughed, and it annoyed me. Did he really think that all I wore was granny panties?
“Women don’t wear thongs always for men,” I said. “Sometimes we wear them for ourselves.”
“So, you are wearing a thong, then?”
“No, but—”
“So then you’re back to your granny panties.” He laughed. “Let me guess. Minnie Mouse? Or Mickey?”
“Very funny, Wyatt,” I said, and then, because he was driving me crazy, I turned around and lifted the side of my dress up to give him a quick peek before pulling it down again.
The room went silent, and then he let out a low whistle. “Holy shit, Batman,” he said in a husky voice. I turned back and looked at him. His eyes were wide. “You don’t have on any underwear?”
All of a sudden, I wasn’t sure what to say. “Well, if you can flash me, I can flash you,” I said matter-of-factly, trying to pretend that there wasn’t a weird tension in the room.
“You have no panties on under a very short dress.” He stood up and walked over to me. “A dress that could easily fly up at any time.” He stared at me. “What are you thinking, Sadie?”
“What do you mean what was I thinking? I just grabbed the closest item of clothing I could find when I was rushing over here. I thought you had something important to tell me.”
“Why do I not believe that? The Sadie I know would not go out without underwear.”
“Well, Wyatt, maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
“I think I do. The Sadie I know is still a virgin.” He paused. “Are you still a virgin, Sadie?” His words were a whisper on his lips. “You are still a virgin, right, Sadie?”
“I don’t know why you care if I am or not.”
“I’m just curious,” he said, but there was a slightly annoyed tone to his voice.
“Well, duh, of course, I’m still a virgin. Do you think I lost it in the three weeks I was in Idaho?”
“Who knows? You’re acting kind of crazy lately.”
“So if I wasn’t a virgin, it would be because I was crazy?”
“No, but you’ve waited your whole life for someone special, and you’re not going to meet someone special in fricking Idaho in three weeks.” He shrugged. “And you already told me that the dates you went on were crappy. So if you weren’t a virgin anymore, it would mean that you had just given it up to some random dude.”
“Well, maybe I just want to give it up.”
“Don’t give it up to some random dude.” His expression was grave. “Don’t be stupid.”
“I’m not stupid. And it’s up to me to decide when—”
“You will give it to a man you love,” he said. “That’s important to you.”
“Yeah. So maybe I’m never going to meet a man I love.”
“You will,” he said. “Of course, you will.” He grabbed my hands. “You know that, right, Sadie? Because you’re wonderful. You’re … Just don’t be stupid.”
“So why didn’t you wait to give it to someone you love if you think I’d be stupid for giving it up to someone I didn’t love?”
“Because I’m a guy,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Wow, way to be a feminist.”
“Dude, I’m a guy. What can I say? I didn’t grow up thinking I wanted to wait to have sex with the woman I was going to marry. Shit, I don’t even know if I’m going to get married. What, am I going to be a virgin all my life? What am I going to be like the 40-year-old virgin?” He shook his head. “That wasn’t a good look on Steve Carell, and it sure wouldn’t be a good look on me.”
“Wow, Wyatt. Way to be mature.”
“What? Sex is fun,” he laughed. “I’m not going to lie. It’s great. And when you have sex, you’ll see what I mean. But you’ve waited this long, don’t give it up to some shit head.”
“So, are you a shit head?”
“No. Why? You want to give it up to me?”
All of a sudden, the room went tense again. I burst out laughing, trying to break the awkward moment. “Of course, not. Don’t be stupid. Why would I give it up to you? You’re my best friend.”
“Sometimes friends make the best lovers. I could teach you all the things that …” He paused. “Don’t listen to me, I’m drunk.”
“You could teach me all what things?” I said, pressing him. I was growing wet between my legs, and I shifted my position slightly. Fuck, I was getting turned on. I shouldn’t have come. And I certainly shouldn’t have come to his bedroom. This was turning into a moment unlike any we’d ever had before.
“I’m just saying that, obviously, I know what I’m doing. And maybe you need someone to teach you what you like.” He licked his lips. “I mean, who better to figure out what you like than your best friend?”
“That’s disgusting, Wyatt.”
“What’s disgusting? Me pleasuring you?”
“Wyatt Hamilton!”
“I’m just joking, Sadie.” He groaned. “Shit, I should have a cold shower right now. Maybe that will help me think straight.”
“You’re that drunk that you need a cold shower?”
“I need a cold shower, okay? But it might not be because I’m drunk.” His eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “Let me get you a t-shirt and some boxers, and you can get ready for bed. I think I need that shower.”
“Okay,” I said.
He pulled a t-shirt out of a drawer and threw it at me. And then he grabbed a pair of boxers.
“Here you go.”
“So now you think I should wear boxes, huh?” I grinned at him wickedly, not sure what had come over me.
“Um, you’re not wearing on underwear. So, yeah, I think so.”
“Well, you didn’t think I needed boxers before.”
“Well, that’s because I thought you had underwear on.” His eyes narrowed. “Are you teasing me, Sadie?”
“Would I do such a thing?” I bit down on my lower lip, and he drew in a swift breath.
“Are you coming onto me, Sadie Johnson?”
I blinked innocently. “No. Why would you think that?”
“Because you seem to have read the handbook.”
“What handbook?”
“Nothing. Change. I’ll be back,” he said, and then he walked into the bathroom.
I quickly pulled off my dress and changed my clothes. I got into the bed and pulled the duvet up over me. What was he talking about when he said I’d read the handbook? What handbook? Was there something I was missing? I was going to have to ask Olivia and Lucy later.
I lay there waiting for him to come out of the shower. He sure was taking a long time. Maybe the cold water would sober him up. I touched my legs lightly and closed my eyes imagining it was his fingers touching me. Why was I feeling this way about Wyatt?
Did he really think that friends made the best lovers? And did he really think he could teach me what I would like? And why would he have even suggested it if he just moments before told me to wait for the man that I loved?
Everything was so confusing.
And as the door opened and he stepped back out. Water glistened on his body, and his hair was wet. I looked away quickly. He yawned as he walked back into the room and turned off the light. He headed towards the bed and got onto the mattress.
“You still awake?” he said softly.
“Yeah,” I whispered back, staring over at him as he slid under the duvet. His legs felt warm as they came in close to me. And I looked up at his face.
“So, Sadie …”
I swallowed hard as I stared into his eyes. “Yes, Wyatt?”
“I have a question for you.”
“Yes?” My heart was racing now. This was it. He was going to ask to be my lover. He wanted to devirginize me. He wanted to show me the ways of the world. I knew I should say no, but the devil in me was begging me to say yes.